In all fairness, I should start by saying that it’s been a while since I read this book, but I’m fairly certain that I remember the gist of it.
Once around thee time there was a man, who sailed just the one sea his whole career and caught nothing but little iddy biddy fishes. He was probably related to the captain, which explains why nobody booted his arse into the drink for being such an awful sailor. His life’s dream was to catch a really big fish, just the once, but he didn’t, cause he stank at his job and they finally pensioned him off at a ripe old age.
He went on to buy a dingy with his life’s savings and took it out to sea every day, catching not a lot(as usual), until one fine morning he caught the biggun. However, he was too decrepid to hoist it aboard and when he towed it back to port the sharks ate it. Which goes to show that to pursue one’s life’s ambition is a complete and utter waste of time.
That’s the book in a nutshell. Feel free to use this book report for school, if you can’t be bothered to read it. (I wouldn’t! Read it, that is. It sucks.) Did I mention that I have a Ph.D. in English literature from the open university down the road here? Straight A student I was. I graduated Summat Come Later, but nevertheless…